I noticed before that there’s just too damn many guppies to keep track of. Or there used to be. Now I’m looking at the tank going, What happened to Mama Black? Where’s Speckles and Neon and Tiger Stripe? Or Paint Box? There’s just six girls, all black tails, the Black Sisters, I guess. No it’s just five. I could have sworn I saw at least six yesterday. Ah, yes, there’s six. Wait a second. How did we get back to where I could actually count them?
Well, in the last couple weeks, I noticed that I had stopped noticing babies. Then I noticed I didn’t see any of the more colorful guppies. Then I realized I had only disposed of two dead ones. Oh, ick. What happened to all my pretty little guppies? And who ate the bodies? EWWW!
Well, I did a little poking around and slightly more careful observation and–let’s just say that these snails aren’t confining their diet to the algae on the glass. Double EEWWW!
I still don’t know what killed so many of them, or why it’s all female guppies that are left. Maybe they were fed up. Maybe they decided they preferred to be fish without bicycles. Maybe there some dark Bacchant ritual in the night.
Yup. Pretty awful.
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